Flash Fiction: Comm Temple

I reach the temple and speak. “My Lord bids me to message Terra.”

A masked priestess emerges from tangled comm wire. “May your authorization code be true.”

“Alpha, alpha, 62. Blessed be the Network.”

“Long may it online!” she nods. “Begin transmission.”

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